wife of his youth

Do you remember, before you were born, child, how I was sad a lot, for I, back then, was always the other?

While he, in utmost civil tongue, talked and laughed hard with others and shouted and murdered and silenced the me

I talked to you, “It is okay.” and God would keep us and we three would always, always, always have eachother

God danced with us and I with you when no one else would dance with me…there was always and always another

Minor Prophet

I want to kiss the liquor from your lips
And your need for it
I want to escort the pain from your blue eyes 
To help you see again
That American Beauty of a wife
Those sweat-stained boys
Who think you are their life

The all of us who need you